My mother’s love is sweet and kind,
A gentle touch lets me know she loves me so much.
My life throws a curve and leaves me in a rut.
With a touch of her hand, I know it’s going to be okay.
I know I have to crawl before I walk, and I know my mother will be there every step of the way.
When, and if I fall, she will be there to help lift me up.
My Mother’s love is like a river that keeps flowing it’s never ending, it just keeps growing.
No matter how much time passes, my mother’s love is ever lasting
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